Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Machine Gun, artist - Funk. Date of issue: 07.09.2015
Song language: English
Machine Gun |
| Verse One: |
| So you wanna be hardcore |
| With your hat to the back, talkin bout the gats in your raps |
| But I can’t feel that hardcore appeal |
| That you’re screamin, baby I’m dreamin |
| This ain’t Christopher Williams, still some |
| MC’s got to feel one, caps I got to peel some |
| To let niggas know… that if you fuck with Big-and-Heavy |
| I get up in that ass like a wedgie |
| Says who? |
| Says me, the lyrical |
| Niggas sayin, «Biggie off the street, it’s a miracle» |
| Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me |
| Just for niggas actin shifty |
| Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat’ll kill you quicker |
| Especially when I’m drunk off the liquor |
| Smokin funk by the boxes, packin Glocks is |
| Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates |
| The funk baby |
| Chorus (repeats 8X) |
| «I live for the funk, I’ll die for the funk» (LOTUG, Chief Rocka) |
| Verse Two: |
| All I want is bitches, big booty bitches |
| Used to sell crack, so I could stack my riches |
| Now I pack gats, to stop all the snitches |
| From stayin in my business, what is this? |
| Relentless |
| Approach, to know if I’m broke or not |
| Just cause I joke and smoke a lot |
| Don’t mean I don’t tote the Glock |
| Sixteen shots for my niggas in the pen |
| Until we motherfuckin meet again |
| Huh, I’m doin rhymes now, fuck the crimes now |
| Come on the ave, I’m real hard to find now |
| Cause I’m knee deep in the beats |
| In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the Mac-10 by the seats |
| For the jackers, the jealous ass crackers in the (car sirens) |
| I’ll make you prove that it’s bulletproof |
| Hold ya head, cause when you hit the bricks |
| I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin dick |
| The funk baby |
| Repeat chorus |
| Verse Three: |
| So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side |
| How I smoked funk, smacked bitches on the backside |
| Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests |
| Fifty shot clip if a nigga wan' test |
| The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya |
| High as a motherfuckin helicopter |
| That’s why I pack a nina, fuck a misdeameanor |
| Beatin motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina |
| (What's Love, Got to Do) |
| When I’m rippin all through your whole crew |
| Strapped like bamboo, but I don’t sling guns |
| I got bags of funk, and it’s sellin by the tons |
| Niggas wanna know, how I live the mack life |
| Making money smoking mics like crack pipes |
| It’s type simple and plain to maintain |
| I add a little funk to the brain |
| Machine Gun Funk baby! |
| Repeat chorus |